Spending the (self-made) long weekend in Isabela

Puerto Villamil Travel Blog

 › entry 10 of 89 › view all entries
Overlooking Puerto Villamil from the Viewpoint near Wall of Tears

This past weekend I went to Isabela with Paul, my former British roommate.  He moved out 2 days after I had arrived. My first impressions of Paul was that he was a cross between Debbie Downer and that other chick on SNL who is always one-upping everyone else with ridiculous lies.  In true British fashion, he was negative about everything but himself.  But over the course of the week, his humor and my growing understanding of the inefficiencies of Galapaguean culture won me over.  And his teeth weren't bad. Although he had a tendency to randomly insert statements like "I climb mountains" into conversations and we often had parallel conversations (owing to the fact that I also have a "strong" self-confidence), he also did the greatest impersonations of British comedians that I don't know and some North American ones I do know, most notably Dr.

Trail from viewpoint
Evil. 

Anyways, so I jump on this motorboat on Friday afternoon for a 2-hour, stomach-testing ride to the town of Puerto Villamil on the island of Isabela.  A town that has been described to have "an end of world" feeling, and that it does.   With only 1700 inhabitants, most of the "action" takes place on the main road made mostly of sand.  Within 2 days, I knew all the foreigners on the island and was essentailly an old-timer at Bar Beto, a cute bar on the beach with walls made of plastic which created a fierce wind tunnel.  Every song played was some sort of salsa with the words "corazon" and "arroz con huevos fritos".  As I feel is necessary in most places I first visit, I got drunk on that first night.

Me on viewpoint
  The beers here are crappy by world standards but incredibly affordable, the huge beer bottles (about a pint and some) cost $2.50.  Forget about wine and most mixed drinks...although some places do a good caiparinha.  So, me and $10 usually make a good night...throw in a few shots of cana and you've got yourself a great night no matter how small the town is. 

Paul and I had planned on hiking Sierra Negra, the volcano, but as most nights that begin with 2 big bottles of beer go, we did not get anywhere near vertical until 11 AM during which time, there is absolutely nothing to eat.  Restaurants are no longer serving breakfast and lunch doesn't start until 12 or 12:30.  So we sit down and order a "crema de pollo" , a cream of chicken soup, which disappointingly comes out of a packet.  It also came with a greasy piece of toast which was great for my baby hangover. 

Then we took a taxi to the Wall of Tears to walk the 7km back to town through desert-like brush and the gorgeous, long beach.   Along the way, we saw a shitload of iguanas and a pair of boobies, and no, the joke never gets old. 

Join TravBuddy to leave comments, meet new friends and share travel tips!
Overlooking Puerto Villamil from t…
Overlooking Puerto Villamil from …
Trail from viewpoint
Trail from viewpoint
Me on viewpoint
Me on viewpoint
A pair of lava terns
A pair of lava terns
A pair of marine iguanas
A pair of marine iguanas
More marine iguanas
More marine iguanas
View of the coast
View of the coast
A single blue-footed booby.  Teehe…
A single blue-footed booby. Teeh…
Lots of marine iguanas
Lots of marine iguanas
One of the sentinels to the colony…
One of the sentinels to the colon…
View of the beach
View of the beach
Thats deep.
That's deep.
Sunset on the beach
Sunset on the beach
Sunset on the beach
Sunset on the beach
View of town
View of town
View from my beach room
View from my beach room
Wall of the place I stayed
Wall of the place I stayed
Restaurant where we ate.  La Pepa …
Restaurant where we ate. La Pepa…
Danny (from Israel), La Pepa, Me, …
Danny (from Israel), La Pepa, Me,…
Not rice, but not pasta either.  T…
Not rice, but not pasta either. …
Puerto Villamil
photo by: Sads79